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I'd been in a perfectly happy relationship for ages. It wasn't the most passionate one, but long-term relationships rarely were. At some point, blind lust gave way to stability and reliability, absolute and unconditional trust for your partner, and simply relying on them to be your other half. It's one of those truths that everyone knows but nobody speaks of, because it does somewhat ruin the magic of being together with someone. It's true nonetheless. But the brains of men (or women) don't want stability. There's always the devil on your shoulder telling you to cause chaos, to disrupt the blissful status quo, even if things will unavoidably get worse as a result. The mind seeks conflict, unable to settle down and merely accept paradise as it is. So it was before the fall, and so it remains afterwards; even when we have it all, we can't be satisfied with it, instead seeking to destroy it all and then regain it, in an endless cycle. I hope you'll excuse the rather nihilistic musings, but they're necessary to really get the point across.

My story starts on another average morning. I woke up next to my wolf as I have for the last ten years. It's a comfortable, fuzzy feeling that never truly disappears, the act of waking up next to the one you love. Particularly if that someone is tenting the sheets with obvious morning wood, drooling from the side of their mouth as they engage in whatever oneiric pleasures unfold unseen before them. A pleasant sight, but I knew he wouldn't actually want me to jump on his cock, regardless of how hard it looked. He was one of those wolves who just can't deal with mornings, sexually or otherwise. Shallow sleep left him grumpy and numb, unable to enjoy even the tightest hole squeezing down on him. It wasn't really a problem, other than leaving me pent up as I went to work every morning, but such is life. There's nobody who can fully satisfy your every desire, at least not before we all start marrying robots.

So instead, I got up, trying to force my own erection back into its sheath for the time being. I wasn't as adverse towards morning hours as my mate was, but still, it's hard to deny their inherent unpleasantness. The air is always a little too cold in the winter, or a litter too hot in the summer, so you either freeze of sweat until your body kicks back into gear after those hours of inactivity. Coffee helped, certainly, I pondered as I inhaled the sweet aroma of that black ambrosia, a freshly brewed quadruple shot of espresso from my _real_lover in this house, the coffee machine. It had a fluffy layer of crema on top, which I enjoyed gingerly lapping up as I wanted for the coffee itself to cool down to the point it wouldn't scald the skin off my tongue.

As I waited for my toast - I suppose I'm still a bit of a child, but I like my morning toast - James entered the kitchen, having managed to extricate himself from the warm, cosy bed. "Mrrngin" he grumbled at me, eyes still half-closed, as he slumped down on one of the chairs. His fur was messy, and his shirt was on inside out, but I didn't have the heart to point it out. It didn't much matter, he'd change into different clothes when he got to work anyway, as a mechanic. I slid his enormous cup of coffee - a latte, amusingly - to him and he blinked at me with obvious gratefulness. At least that's how I'd taken to interpreting it.

We didn't say much as we ate. He had a protein shake, always chasing that elusive muscle mass. I had my toast with butter and cheese. The radio was on, so I listened to that instead. James would get more talkative as the day went on, but for mornings, I only had the early hour DJs as my company. Oh, it was the usual. War still raging on another continent. Three robberies overnight, oh where oh where is the America of my youth, the DJ lamented before switching over to some cookie-cutter rock that wouldn't annoy people too much in their morning commutes. I realized that the kitchen tap was leaking. I'd have to fix that later, or perhaps get James to fix it. He was a good bit handier than myself.

Finally, I got up again and put on my suit, freshly ironed last night, and fumbled around with my tie until I managed to fasten it around my neck without choking myself. I'd never really learn, would I? Still, I looked rather stunning, as took a moment to preen myself before the mirror. My mostly orange fur contrasting with the black suit, white shirt blending in with my lighter chestfluff, my angular vulpine face matching the suit quite nicely. Clean suit, new shoes, silk suit, black tie. We really didn't look like much of a couple, James and I, but opposites attract. He was a very down-to-earth manual labourer, and me? Well, I worked at an insurance company. Not as a salesman, mind you, but in management. Perhaps not my dream job - I hoped to get a PhD one day, perhaps in economics - but it was fine for now. Decent pay, alright colleagues. Plus, it was one of those places where only your performance mattered, and hardly anyone cared about me being openly gay. Not that many of those left these days, not with the recent resurgence of patriotism and nationalism.

Finally, I gave James a kiss on the cheek and wished him a happy day at work. He did the same, having recovered a little from his nightly hibernation thanks to the magic of caffeine. I went outside into the warm summer air, and promptly, to my car, where I immediately cranked up the air conditioner. I couldn't show up to work panting and with sweaty paws. The engine growled as it woke up, already warm and ready to go thanks to the summer. I wanted to lower the roof, but if I did that, then it'd get too hot again. Oh sure, there'd be wind, but it was rush hour, I told myself, as I prepared for the secondary morning ritual: sitting in a traffic jam for at least thirty minutes. At least it gave some much-needed time to be alone and just think.

So there I sat, in traffic, with the sun at the precise angle that allowed it to burn me even through the polarized windshield. I thought about life in general. Future plans, past mistakes. James and I were planning to buy a house, one day, though it was a ways off. Didn't have any plans for kids - adoption didn't really appeal to me - but we might get a dog, to complete the canid trifecta. All in all, I was mostly content with life, I told myself, as I sat there with my paws on the steering wheel, gradually inching forward through crawling traffic, idly listening to the familiar mixture of early morning playlists and cars honking, set to the delightful smell of exhaust fumes. At least it was better than 20 years ago, back then you'd really choke in traffic. I think people actually died from inhaling too much... what was it, carbon monoxide? One of those things.

I saw a raccoon cross the street without even bothering to look if anyone was coming. No need, with traffic this slow. He was young, scruffy. Probably an orphan. I couldn't imagine how bad they had it. Things weren't ideal even for us on the "good" side of the city, and on this side I could really see the effects of the recent worker shortage. Trash everywhere on the sides of the road, not getting cleaned up, because nobody was getting paid enough. And then there was that drug epidemic. What was it called again, glimmer? Shimmer? Something like that. Wiped out a good chunk of the poor, which I was sure some saw as a blessing. Hell, maybe it was. Life was alright for those like James and I, but for the lesser species - as quite a few of my colleagues called them - it was outright misery. Oh, foxes weren't exactly at the top of the hierarchy, but even if you were dealt a bad hand, you could at least cheat your way up. Some weren't dealt a hand at all, like that poor guy.

Finally, I reached my exit, and after a few more turns through crowded city streets, I reached my destination, the office garage. I let out a sigh of relief as I got out of direct sunlight. From here, it was all downhill. Or uphill. Whichever meant it was easy, I can't really remember the distinction. Such was life. I only go into such detail to really illustrate how routine it had all become. Everyday life was like that. Everyday life. Not unpleasant, but boring. Of course, that was about to change.

I didn't have much in the way of actual work today. We'd just finished our latest deadlines, and now I was mostly sitting there, crunching numbers, but this close to the summer vacation everyone was rather lethargic. Except the guys in sales, those guys were always full of energy. Energy and cocaine. As I was trying to perfect the art of tossing crumpled up paper into the bin - a rather important skill for any office worker - though, something new caught my eye. Or rather, some_one_ new. And rather, my nose. Well, you know how it is.

A new scent, I realized, my nose twitching, and I tried to inconspicuously scan the office for whoever it was. I didn't know we were getting any new additions in the last week before the summer, but apparently, they'd just forgotten to inform me. Our newest member was a hyena. Broad shoulders, chiselled biceps, thick neck and a cocky grin. His mane was combed down into the usual business position, rather than the natural party one.

He had this roguish charm about him. The way he carried himself, his rough yet surprisingly eloquent speech, and the wild cackle that substituted for a laugh. The usual young male hyena. It'd have made my knees weak, were I still a horny teenager, but as an adult, I was more or less immune to it, I figured. I mainly ignored him for the time being, instead focusing on a new email that had appeared on my monitor, detailing a short archival job I had to do. Copy over some handwritten notes into digital format and store them in the database. Easy enough. I went to work, intending to give it my full attention so it'd only be minutes before I could return to dunking sheets of paper into the bin.

Halfway through, I realized my nose was twitching, and it distracted me. I could smell the hyena again, with his strong, musky scent. Virile, masculine, spicy and exciting. I'd always had a sensitive nose, for good and bad, and right now, it was the latter. It wasn't really my swelling sheath that bothered me, no, that could easily be hidden. It was more the fact that I was letting someone so much younger than me get to me despite not even having formally met him yet. Oh, if only James wasn't so grumpy in the mornings; if I'd gotten some relief then, this whole situation wouldn't have been happening. Instead, I was pent up, my mind finding it alarmingly easy to flit from sexual thought to sexual thought, odd and vague fantasies of things I'd want to do. Focus, fox. Eyes on the screen, mind on the money. One key after the other. I took a deep breath, forgetting that it just meant I inhaled more of that sweet scent of masculinity.

Ugh. I'm not some bitch in heat, I told myself, shaking my head. Not a bitch at all, for that matter. I'll have you know I quite enjoyed being on top, I continued, admonishing myself in internal monologue.

I managed to get my work done as usual, in good time before lunch. I cracked my knuckles; another mission accomplished. Now, it was time for a coffee break. The caffeine rush of the morning was dying down and I found myself increasingly lethargic. It's incredible how much we come to depend on wthat is effectively a recreational drug, used so casually by huge swathes of the population. Still, it was socially acceptable, and unlikely to give you a heart attack in moderation, so I supposed it was a necessary evil.

On the way to the coffee machine, I ran into the hyena again. He was standing in front of the thing, trying to decide on what to have. I could a good view of him in profile; he was rather... rough-hewn in features, with his bulky muzzle and just slightly hunched over posture. Some people, particularly those not overly fond of hyenas, said it showed they were a more primitive species than the ones of us who'd lived in urban centres for hundreds or thousands of years. I didn't give them much credit, but I did find them a rather attractive species, this one in particular. I could just barely see his bulge through his slacks, his sheath making a subtle but yet eye-catching bump in the front. I wondered how he'd look like when erect. Probably about as big as James.

Then I realized he turned his head to look at me and immediately forced my eyes up to meet his. Hopefully, he didn't notice what I'd been looking at.

"You'll want the espresso," I told him, casually. Yeah, perfectly normal to recommend someone a type of coffee. "It's all pretty cheap stuff, so the less you have to drink for your caffeine fix, the better."

"Oh," he replied, with a grin. "Thanks for the warning."

He put his cup under the machine's waiting nozzle and pressed a button, and it started preparing to dispense some energy for him.

"You been working here long?" he asked.

"A few years," I replied. "You're new, aren't you? I think I'd remember if I'd seen you before." Shit. Did that sound like I was hinting at something? Why was I suddenly feeling so awkward? Then again, he didn't show much of a response beyond the seemingly permanent grin on his face.

We talked a bit about this and that. Work, the state of the city, the usual. When it was turn for me to get my second daily dose of coffee, though, he asked me about the wedding ring on my finger.

"Got a beautiful vixen waiting for you at home?" he asked. I hesitated. All I really had to do was respond positively, and he'd be none the wiser. But there was something to be said about hiding parts of yourself like that, pretending to be someone you weren't just for the sake of social acceptance. Besides, he was a hyena. He'd have to be from somewhere less prejudiced than the city. From my vague understanding, hyena communities often encouraged bisexuality. Something to do with their women typically being too dominant and the males having to practice with each other instead. Eh, it might just be one of those urban legends, but for whatever reason, I decided to correct him.

"Husband, yes," I replied, focusing all my might on not blushing.

"Ah, lucky guy," the hyena answered. I thought I saw a glint of something in his eyes, like the way he was looking at me changed. But surely I was just imagining things.

He was a pleasant enough guy. We exchanged a few more superficial pleasantries before I returned to work, and he went back to doing whatever it was he did here. I realized I forgot to ask about the most obvious thing. Maybe he was maintenance? Either way, I got the feeling I'd be seeing him again.

Soon enough, the day was at an end. You barely needed a clock to tell you, not in this part of town; the cacophony of honking horns and smog creeping in even through the heavy-duty air conditioning was all you really needed. Rush hour, which meant it was time for me to go home. I did check the time to make sure - I always did - but as expected, the noises of the traffic outside had been accurate enough. By this time, the office was mostly empty too. I always felt like I was suspended in time while working in my little cubicle, like in a bubble where time didn't pass, as the outside world carried on as usual. It'd been like that for two years now, but I was always surprised by how everyone else managed to leave the office without me noticing. Even the hyena was gone, and in thinking that, I realized I forgot to ask for his name. Then again, he didn't ask for mine either.

I left the office, scanning my ID on the way out. The machine beeped in response, and since I was the last employee to leave, it initiated the usual nightly lockdown. Alarms, shutters on the windows, even fucking turrets. At first, I'd thought it was extreme overkill, but after a neighbouring office got broken into and damn near torched to the ground, I realized it might not have been. Not here. We didn't have anything valuable in the office except information on our contracts, but neither did our neighbours. The police had just barely arrived in time to stop them before they managed to set the whole place on fire. Oh, life in the city was like that. I remember my boss telling me about the turrets. Military grade, automatic threat detection, and while I didn't remember the calibre of the bullets, he'd gone on and on about how they'd make "minced meat" of any would-be burglars. I'm quoting him on that.

And yet, most people seemed to think all that was completely normal.

The drive home was uneventful. The same as it was on the way in, more waiting than actual driving. At least James would be home, and hopefully horny. Oh, it was routine, sure, but I'd never object to being bent over the kitchen counter and stuffed full of wolfcock while trying to cook. Well, not typically anyway. Hmh. Driving home at night was always nicer than driving to work. Not only because of the destination, but the fact that the sun had set, and rather than that harsh light the street was bathed in faux-neon glow from billboards, illuminated by thousands of headlights. I liked it, it put me in a meditative mood, a zen state of driving. Though there was something I couldn't stop thinking about. The hyena. I tapped at the steering wheel. Some sort of basic attraction. Of course, I was not only married, I was way too old to be having crushes on people I'd just barely met. Eh, it'd fade in time, I knew.

I parked in our driveway and headed inside. It was dark, and for a moment I wondered if James was working overtime. And then someone pinned me to the wall, growling menacingly. Of course, I knew exactly who it was from his scent, and of course, this was a thing we did.

"Oh no, don't eat me, Mr. Werewolf!" I cried out, trying to push the wolf away, my hands buried in his chestfur. Even if I'd wanted to, I couldn't really have done it, he was too big and strong. It helped the fantasy.

"Why shouldn't I when you look so delicious, you little vixen?" he replied in that smoky low growl. A shiver went through my body despite us having done this so many times. It never stopped being hot. Some situations you just never got tired of.

"I'm small and scrawny, I'd barely even whet your appetite!" I whined, squirming against him as if trying to escape.

"Feels to me like you've got some meat on you," James replied, roughly groping my ass. At least I was rather proud of that part of me.

I feigned a gasp. "You wouldn't dare ravage my poor, innocent body, you big lusty beast!"

I know, I know. It was very corny, but impromptu sexual roleplaying got us both going, as we could mutually tell from our bulges grinding against each other. He tilted my head up and started licking and nibbling at my deck, and I couldn't help but gasp. By this time, the wolf knew all the right buttons to press.

"Grr, maybe I won't eat you. Maybe I'll breed you instead, pump you full of thick wolf cum," he growled, grinding his crotch against me in a very physical demonstration. A surge of arousal flushed through my body as I felt his sizeable erection rub against my belly. It always did. It gave a kind of tangibility to the kind of arousal he was feeling. I turned around and pushed back against his firmness, needily. I knew it drove him wild when I did that, and he yanked my pants down, already huffing. "Yeah, looks like the little vixen needs some pups in her," he growled.

Of course, I couldn't actually do that. But we liked pretending. I was pretty androgynous as it was, and not really particularly male, other than my throbbing vulpine cock that was now smearing precum against the wall. Unless we found a dragon, I'd just have to go without pups. Maybe one day, but until then, even pretending got all my blood pumping into my cock, leaving precious little room for thought.

Soon enough, he'd stripped me of all my clothes, leaving the fine suit in a pile on the floor - to be ironed again later - and then, turning me around again once my ass was nice and wet with his precum, he planted a big kiss on my muzzle, his broad tongue tangling with my narrower one. He placed his strong hands under my butt and hoisted me up against the wall, his thick cock nudging at my entrance, the wolf eager to bury his bone in me. The first time we did it against a wall like I had been far too nervous about falling to enjoy it, but I'd learned to trust him.

He only let go of me for long enough for gravity to force me onto his cock. Slowly, inexorably, I slid down on it and it into me, with me letting our little gasps and moans as it did. Then, as he hilted himself inside my warm body, he began thrusting, his strong arms easily keeping me against the wall while he rutted into me, at first with slow gyrating thrusts and then with shorter, energetic ones. I squeezed down around his base each time he sunk fully inside me, behind his slowly swelling knot, as if I didn't want him to leave my body. I mean, I really didn't, not until he pumped my undertail full of his thick cum, and that was my way of showing it. Something about our little roleplaying and this particular position really seemed to get to James as well, and he was soon nibbling at my ears, neck and shoulders alternatingly, trying to find a good position for a mating bite.

His thrusting was growing erratic and random. I was absolutely rock hard too, but I couldn't touch myself, having my arms behind the James' back. Not that I really needed to, with the pummelling my prostate was receiving I'd cum in a split second once I got my hands on my cock. Finally, he growled, and I knew he'd have howled if it wasn't so late, and squeezed that fat knot through my clutching hole. I closed my eyes, wanting to fully focus on feeling him cumming inside me.

And then I realized that in my mind's eye, I was imagining that hyena mating with me, cock hard as steel inside me, ready to properly seed me.

My eyes snapped open as James came, throbbing inside me, the familiar wet warmth that seemed to radiate throughout my whole body after blossoming somewhere in my belly. His very essence filling me in thick, stick ropes. I squeezed him, both his cock and his body, holding myself tightly against him to help him pump out every last drop into my eagerly receptive body, the both us trembling, until we finally sank to the floor with his cock still inside me, knot tying us together.

Well, that was it really, for that night. We eventually managed to inch our way to the sofa while waiting for his knot to shrink, and watched TV most of the evening. I made food, talked to some people online about where the world was going, and all that. Routine. Cozy, comfortable routine. Same thing every day, even though that thing was mostly rather nice, particularly when I got a bellyful of wolf out of it.

We snuggled up for bed pretty early. And I dreamt of the damn hyena all night.

I could describe the morning, but it was literally the same as the morning before. Same with the drive - I even saw that raccoon again, though this time he looked even more ragged, like he wasn't getting enough sleep - but really, that's the point. I've driven it home for long enough now, and we're getting to the point where I accidentally broke everything. Where things get interesting, perhaps confessional.

So, I went back to work. I sat down in relatively comfortable cubicle, pent up as I was every morning. It was looking like it'd just be another day, and then I suddenly felt someone's cold nose in my neck.

"Whoah, hey what-" I began, and he bit my ear, damn near paralyzing me with the sudden spike of pleasure. I always get the feeling that most people's ears are sensitive, they've just never tried. I know that they were definitely my "off" button. Or "on" button, depending on how you looked at it.

"Shh, pretty fox," a hoarse voice whispered. "Just enjoy it. Everyone else is at the meeting." It was the hyena, of course. I didn't just recognize him from his voice, but also his scent, that oddly spicy fragrance that make me want to rub my body all over it. Leftover instincts from simpler times. I hadn't even realized that I was mostly alone in here. I was supposed to attend the meeting as well. I tried to get up and the gave my neck a nibble, causing me to sink back into my chair with a groan.

"Have to... attend the meeting," I managed to mumble, all the while unwillingly inhaling the intoxicating scent of the hyena.

"They won't notice if you miss just one," he responded, his paws suddenly under my shirt and stroking my chest and belly. This was already entirely too far, but while my mind might've protested, my body wanted it. It was new, different, and having his kind of effect on a total stranger was very erotic. We didn't even know each other, but he clearly wanted me, needed to mate with me.

It wasn't that I was bored with James, but novelties have an irresistible charm to them, sometimes.

"Look," I groaned, as his hand slid down to my crotch, briefly touching my bulge, but not anything more. "We can't do this, I'm - nhh - married."

"Well, I'm going to take you to the restroom, and you have until then to stop me," he whispered, giving my ear another one of those wonderful, electrifying nips. Fuck, he was serious about this. He slid an arm under me and picked me up easily, carrying me like a groom carries the bride. Easily, too. He was at least as strong as James. I wished I wasn't so light. I didn't put up much of a struggle. Just kept telling him that we can't, that he needs to stop this. Fuck me, I couldn't be this easy, could I? If all it took was a strong male picking me up like some common slut, it was a miracle I hadn't been fucked by anyone else since I married my wolf.

Hell, I should've called for help. I didn't want this. Or maybe I did.

He took me into the restrooms - empty, as fate would have it - and then into a stall, where he sat down on the toilet bowl, with me in his lap. I could feel his hardness pushing against me, eager to sink into my warm body, even through both his pants and mine. Again, I was seconds away of getting up and walking away when he begun licking at my neck, and I slumped against him. It was ridiculous, the kind of response he was getting, but I couldn't deny that it was getting to me, and my own erection - now tenting the crotch of my pants - made it obvious. But I didn't actually want it, did I? I didn't want some stranger hyena to mate me, didn't want him to spray his seed deep into my unfaithful body. I didn't.

But I didn't protest as he undid the front of my pants, lifting me up enough to slide them off, before pulling me back into his lap. I realized he'd pulled his own pants down too, his slick hyena cock now straining against my boxers. The last layer of fabric that kept me safe.

"If you didn't want it, you'd get up and walk away, you'd tell your boss," he murmured. "But you're just a needy little slut, aren't you? Eager to get any big cock under your tail, pumping you full of cum. Even a total stranger. I could tell when I first saw you, the way you sway your ass when you walk, it's obvious..." he teased me. "So why don't you be a good little vixen and lift your tail for me so I can give you what you need?"

I vaguely realized I was squirming in his lap, unintentionally - or perhaps instinctively - grinding my plump ass against his firm shaft. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I wanted to stay faithful to James, but I couldn't do anything while under the musky, masculine hyena's spell. Or maybe it was just an excuse. Maybe I was a total slut. The thought sent a small thrill through my body. It was one of those fantasies, the ones I'd never actually follow through with in real life, but here I was, seconds away from having someone else breed me.

So, I did what anyone would do, and raised my tail. Or maybe my tail held me down as it raised itself. I wasn't so sure I was in control anymore. He pushed my boxers down. Not all the way, not enough so that I'd have to stand up, but enough to bare my ass for him. Embarrassment - but also lust - flushed through my body as I realized he was staring at parts of me that only my husband was supposed to have the privilege to see these days. And if I didn't protest he'd do a lot more than that.

He spread my cheeks, a thumb rubbing across my bare sphincter. I could hear his breath quicken. Felt his length twitch against me, resting against my plump rear. It felt good, a delicious friction, but it was really the fact that I shouldn't be allowing him to do it that turned me on more than anything.

"What a beautiful little boipussy you have, you little slut," he murmured, breath hot against my neck. "It'll look even better when it's gaping and dripping with my cum," he said, giving a demonstrative humping motion against me, his slick maleness sliding between my cheeks now, rubbing against my entrance. He was working himself into a frenzied lust, and it was infectious. I imagined his cum running down my leg in the office, soiling my clothes, how I'd have to hide it from James, and while it was a thoroughly unpleasant thought, it still make my cock throb. Oh. I had fully slipped out of my sheath, my pointed length jutting out from my crotch. Fuck me, why am I so turned on by this? I'm about to get fucked by some stranger in a bathroom stall, at work!

He was big,_I could tell._ Another thing I had a weakness for. Big, hard cocks, eager to bury themselves under my tail. But then again, that was hardly unique to me. I bit my lip hard enough to draw blood, trying to focus. I'd have to...

The hyena had other plans. "Guide it into you," he whispered. "I want you to know you're cheating on your husband willingly, you little cockslut."

Then, he scruffed me. Just took a mouthful of my neck, making my back arch, my ass pushing against him. All I had to do was raise my rump just a little bit, enough for that burning hot length to wedge itself against my pucker. That was hardly cheating, was it? Just a little bit of movement? I still didn't _want_him to fuck me, and he was the one doing all the work. It was hard to resist with him in such a dominant position, biting my neck just like James would do when mounting me. It was more instinct than conscious action, but gods help me, I...

I wiggled against him a little more. I raised my hips off his lap just a little bit, and he naturally fell into position, his blunt tip smearing slippery precum over my hole. All I'd have to do was sit down, now. But I resisted, hesitated, despite the raging fire of arousal.

"Fuck it, you've done enough," the hyena grunted. He'd grown impatient, I suppose. Before I could react, his hands were on my hips, and with my precarious position, he easily pulled be off balance, causing me to fall back into his lap. Only this time it was accompanied by a stretching sensation, his forbidden cock sliding right under my tail, into me, all at once. All the way to the hilt, until my balls were resting against his. For a moment, I was stunned, and then I moaned. Like something broke inside of me. This was just how it was meant to be, his wonderful length buried deep inside my unfaithful body. I felt him throb, and he moaned something about how good I felt wrapped around him like that, how tight I was and how obviously I wanted it. And he was right.

So I began rocking my hips, leaning back against this beautiful specimen of masculinity. Each little gyration of my hips felt like electricity shooting through my body, from my prostate to the very tip of my cock. I couldn't think straight anymore, it was all a haze of pure animalistic lust. I needed more of him, needed to breed myself on his thick cock. I was the one doing all the work, now, willingly defiling my body, quivering with forbidden thrills.

I felt his hips flex underneath me. He was breathing heavily, and placed his hands under my haunches, raising me up just enough so that he could buck inside me.

And then the door to the restrooms creaked open. Someone else got inside. We froze. I heard his footsteps as he walked over to the urinals. The hyena bit into my shoulder, hard, to stifle his own grunts and groans, quietly huffing. I rocked against him some more. His arms were around my chest, now, and I was holding myself up. He rolled his hips, and I clamped my hand around my muzzle to keep myself from revealing our forbidden union.

Whoever else was in there with us took his sweet fucking time. I prayed he'd go away, but the adrenaline pumping through me only heightened the sensations, small jolts of pleasure from being spread open with his pup-maker sawing in and out of me slickly, quietly, all building up towards a big wave of release. I'd moan out for sure, I knew that. Hurry the hell up. They went over to the sink, washing their hands for what felt like eternity, while we rutted within a few feet of him. I wondered if it was obvious. Maybe he knew exactly what was happening, just like everyone else surely would eventually, branding me as a cheater. But I didn't care, the only thing on my mind was my approaching climax. And his. His seed would spurt directly into the deepest reaches of my warm body, the only place it could go. Where it belonged. I couldn't stay quiet anymore, I just couldn't, I was beginning to see glowing spots at the edge of my vision from breathing so quiet and shallow.

Finally, agonizingly slowly, they walked out, the door creaked open again, and then slammed shut behind them. I let out a shuddering moan and then inhaled, taking in sweet oxygen and our mingling scents of arousal, my vocalizations punctuated by the hyena beginning to fuck me properly, jamming his cock into me after so many minutes my tight warmth teasing him. It was wonderful, ecstatic almost, his engorged cock sliding into my stretched-out body with no resistance, every inch of my ass wet with his arousal, clinging to the firm pole penetrating me over and over.

Oh, I needed it. Needed to have him pump me full of cum. Picturing that is what set of my massive climax, and I yelped, moaning, begging for him to breed my cheating body, uncaring who might hear it before the hyena wrapped a paw around my muzzle to shut me up, and the constant surges of pleasure reached their crescendo. I clenched down on his length, and he huffed too, redoubling his thrusts, hammering into me hard enough to make the flimsy stall walls vibrate. And I came, hard, my cock giving a spasmodic jerk, and then another, spraying wet ropes of thick vulpine cum against the stall door, from where it quickly dripped down onto the floor, pooling just at our feet.

The hyena scruffed me again, letting me slip down onto his cock again, so deep that I could feel his sheath scrunching up against my hole at the very base, and with a very satisfied, happy sigh that sent shivers through my body, he erupted inside me, giving me exactly what I wanted. His hips bucked, his cock throbbed in the heated confines of my receptive body, and then he came, in heavy, wet spurts. I swore I could feel each rope of cum irrevocably marking my insides, thick globs of his virility covering every inch inside me, seeding me like a proper bitch. Claiming me as his fucktoy, as if the wet heat inside me was seeping into my very mind. I kept squirming on this stranger's lap as he ground his hips against my ass, letting him utterly drain his heavy balls inside me, and right then and there it felt as if I was completely satisfied. I relaxed against him in that haze of post-coital bliss, savouring the feeling of some of his cum dripping out me around his softening cock, subconsciously trying to fight back the realization of what I'd just done, or let him do.

After a minute or so of aftershocks he lifted me off his lap, and I could barely manage to stand, my knees feeling weak. He wiped his cock off on my fluffy tail, gave my ass a brief squeeze and promptly pulled his pants back up, seemingly completely unaffected beyond being satisfied at getting to fulfil some sexual urges.

"Better let you get back to work," he said, again with that dominant grin. "I'll see you around."

And with that, he left, leaving me alone in my suddenly growing sense of dread. I still didn't even know his name, despite his sperm swimming around in my guts. Fuck me, I felt like the filthiest slut. I had to get out, to take my mind off things. Not a chance I could work in this state.

I left work early that day. Called the boss, told him I got food poisoning and had to go home. I couldn't risk going to tell him in person, he might smell the hyena on me. Clench as I might, I could feel his thick cum seeping out of me. He'd smell it for sure, and while he might not do anything, I couldn't stand the thought of anyone else knowing my shame. I still felt dizzy with the afterglow when I got in my car in the garage, and damn near fell asleep in it, resting my head against the steering wheel. How was I going to explain this to James? I'd need to have a shower first, push all that cum out of my body - for some reason, the thought saddened me - and then... maybe I'd just have to confess. I had a bellyful of guilt. Warm, sticky guilt. It felt amazing, though, I have to admit that. I loved the feeling, the lingering bliss of release and the sweet satisfaction of having a male pump his cum into you. I suppose not being female was a blessing, really, because I'd be pregnant for sure. But I couldn't enjoy it like I normally would, not when it was some strange hyena's cum and not my mate's. Yes, it felt good, but it came together with the solid lump of regret that felt like it was stuck my throat and the combination wasn't at all pleasant.

So I stepped on the gas, hoping to distract myself from my thoughts for a at least the trip home, and flew out of the garage, tires screeching. This time of the day the streets were much more pleasant, and I could actually enjoy the act of driving. Instead of driving home directly I made a couple of laps around the highway surrounding the city, marking its perimeter as surely as any wall would. I looked at the people I passed. Happy couples on the streets, families in cars, all together. Had I ruined that wonderful domestic routine for myself? That was when I realized that I liked the steadiness, I liked doing the same thing every day as long as I had James by my side to do it with. I suppose you never really appreciate something before it's gone.

Was it gone, though? I had no idea how the wolf would react, but I had to tell him, didn't I?

I don't know how long I drove, but eventually the low fuel warning beeped and broke me out of my trance. I realized that I couldn't run away - there was nowhere to run to - and that I'd just have to face the consequences of my indiscretion. To own up to it.

And I'd never been so afraid in my entire life.